I was a little nervous about getting naked, but I did it. After stripping my naked and lay facedown on the carpeted rug. Uncle Dave knelt down beside ...e and started the massage. He went right for my back and shoulders and his fingers dug gently into my sore muscles, gently massaging them. I became very relaxed, but the longer he continued the massage the more aware of how aroused I was becoming. By the time he started working on my buttocks I full on hard on. I lay perfectly still and silently. He surrendered to the ancient rhythm of the waters, drifted down to the ocean's soft bed, and there he gave up his last breath and died.He woke with a start, his heart pounding. Morning sun was streaming in through the lace curtains of this room, this almost-familiar room.With another jolt, as bad as his waking, it came back-the locked door, the divan, the succubus Mrs. Dalrymple and her curious daughters, the awful pleasure she had ruthlessly extracted from him. And this was the room, the room. Ever since I saw a picture of a man swallowing a mouthful of come, I made it a point to swallow my own come. Wiping it off my stomach with my fingers and licking them clean soon progressed to swallowing whole mouthfuls from my trusty cup. Sometimes I would fill the cup with 3 or 4 loads before drinking it to get the full effect of swallowing 2 or 3 mouthfuls of come at a time. As I drank, I always thought how hot it will be when I got to eat another man's come.Today I quickly drained the cup. "Oh, it's nothing, Sir. I was just thinking about something," she said. "Oh?" he asked. "It's nothing. I'll be okay," she said trying to push her thoughts back. "Traci, what is wrong - you have been lost in thought all day. Did I do something?" he asked. "No it's not that..." "Then what is it? What has you so occupied?" "Sir, can I speak freely?" she asked. "If you tell me what has had your head all screwed around, yes." Traci took Mark's hand. "Mark, I-I don't know how to tell you this, so I.